Monday 30 July 2007

Karma Karmic

Many years ago, a gang of friends (B, C, E, H) planned a trip up north for an island vacation getaway during the national day celebration. The trip was wonderful, plenty of good food and drinks. The hotel they stayed even has Jacuzzis on rooftop.

It was on that very national day eve, that they decided to take a stroll along the beachside by the town. A lot of peoples was there, huge commotion of colourful displays and parade of vehicles with national flag flying off their car hood. Truly a fun filled pleasant night with cool sea breeze blowing. There’s kids and adult strolling up and down the walkway by the beach.

The clock strikes 12 midnight sharp~ buildings come alive with spotlights, horns blare and pyrotechnic fireworks are lighted. Everyone have a good time watching the spectacular display of fireworks for bout 15mins. It was at this moment H saw a dark matter on the ground, he begin to signals the others to check it out. To their surprise it was a wallet! They continue to observe the wallet for quite sometime~ and finally decided to pick it up. After the firework show, they drove off back to the hotel before having a supper and drinks

While in the hotel room, everyone crashes into a single room to pour out the content of the wallet; a couple of hundreds, ID, phonebook, notes and a 2 identical bank ATM cards.
A decision was made; ID will be mailed back to the owner, while the rest of content were to be destroyed. The cash is dispersed. E flips through the notes and phonebook just for self-curiosity.

It was the next morning, final day before driving back home. The group drove downtown for breakfast. On the way they stopped by 7-11 to buy some supplies, mail and stamps. Beside the 7-11 was the exact bank of the ATM’s card. While waiting for the guys at the 7-11, the curious dude gets out of the car and checks the surrounding around the bank for CCTV. E thought he wants to try break the ATM’s pin code.

Good, there’s none~ E begins to insert the card unto the machine and start punching in pin code.. 1st try.. failed! OK~ big deal! Let’s try again~ 2nd try..failed!
E heart palpitated wildly as he attempts the 3rth try….this time he take a look at the notes running through the list of random numbers.. OMFG! E accessed the cash menu! Without thinking twice he pressed, cash out 2 thousand and went back to the car and wait for his friends. His friends got back, E spills what he did earlier. Everyone felt silence for a moment, the hell break loose! Amidst the roars and excitement everyone seems to forget themselves. *The devil won that day.

H decides to scout the town; a planned early home trip was delayed. They circle around the town for 3 hours looking for the ‘safest’ stand alone public ATM machine. The finally found 1 such machine by a deserted tourist walkway in the middle of the town. They park their car across the road and walkover. H begin checking the balance of cash in each ATM’s card, he said a limit of 3 withdrawal each card is not possible to withdraw ‘all’ the cash in the cards.

H begins to transfer the amount of the ATM’s card and increases to withdrawal via the ATM machine. A bloody huge sum was withdrawn that day. All this while no one said anything about their action; E wasn’t comfortable with the whole idea and suggested that they drop the matter and surrender the whole thing back. The gang shushes him up and say it no longer an option from the moment he breaks the pin code. Everyone goes back to the hotel to count the cash, destroy the wallet, tore the cards and burnt the notes and phonebooks. ID was to be destroyed too but E object; the very least return to that poor soul. ID is wiped clean, packed into an envelope. Mailing through mail is scrapped because they wanted to mask the location of the missing wallet.

Again decision is made to send the ID back to the owner through the ID address. The owner of the wallet stays a few states below north, same route line to the way home. A quick checkout is made and the gang even forgets their lunch that day and head straight home. Approaching the owner’s state, the gang turns in and asks for direction to the address. It took an hour to locate the owner’s home and another hour of observing and discuss how the best way to drop the envelope into the house mailbox. The house on the address doesn’t look like a rich person home; all this while E is guilt ridden and feeling really remorseful. The envelope is dropped in the mailbox and the gang left; E takes note of the address and vows one day to return the full sum of cash.

If given a choice to makeover again, E would not try for the pin code for curiosity kills the cat! Every time whenever E thinks of the dark incident ..” when is my ‘Bou Ying’? “

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